The Adventurer

05. What are you doing here?

I try to fix my hair as best I can.
I am heated despite the shower but I still maintain the demeanor.
I open whatsapp in video call and I see his beautiful face.

I miss her so much.
So much so that I thought of her warm, fragrant vagina.§
-Where are you?-
I hear thundering from the phone.

I feel guilty for having delayed too much and I am stunned by her lips and sparkling eyes.
-I'm still at the sauna, I'm hurrying or they lock me in-
Sketch to hurry up even though I would stay talking to her for hours.

For a second I imagine drowning between her big tits and my penis is very much in agreement. Then he continues.
-Mmm, I don't trust it very much.
Aren't you hosting people in the hotel? You know perfectly well that it is forbidden.-

I nod, making her take a short tour of the locker room with the frame; then I whisper slyly:
-I'll warn you as soon as I come back, so I'll call you.
I'm going to make you squirt a lot with what I did today.
It was a wonderful evening!-

I see a slight grimace on my face, I apologize and hang up the call.
I would like to take the bus but now at this time of night very few pass being Monday; I think about veering towards the taxi but I try my luck.

I pay the entrance and note with pleasure that Mauro offered all the drinks.
Then I greet everyone and start walking.
Suddenly he stops me:
-Are you sure you want to walk alone? If you want I can give you a ride, no problem.
My car is not far from here-

I should not accept passages from strangers but the tiredness and fear of doing two hours on foot take over and I accept.
As in a matryoshka we all enter Alessandro's car, which escorts us near a suburban station.

We greet him and I, Mattia and Mauro walk first through an underpass and then a Silent Hill neighborhood with deafening silence.
Then we reach and greet Mattia and we find ourselves alone Mauro and I in his new model panda.

I decide to be accompanied to the Fiera area, half an hour's walk from the accommodation.
We kiss, greet him and watch him hurtle down the street opposite to mine.

Our paths have parted and, although I already feel a certain immediate nostalgia, I am happy to return to the hotel.
I call Lucia and the notice that I have arrived.

I can't wait to hold her in front of my arms and I miss her to death.
If I look for a better job it is also for her, for our future and to make her feel at ease.

We have been together for almost eight years and we have been through all sorts of things.
 I have yet to regain your confidence after everything I did a year ago and I know that you are putting in a huge test of nerves to get me.

I feel a bit dirty, torn between wanting to be alone with her and feeling a little cock.
My dream of repeating what happened in the early days, with the wonderful three-way fucks, is still far away and perhaps this factor is one of the causes that lead me to look for men, combined with the fact that for a long time I have not found a decent way to relate.

Reflecting on Mauro I noticed that I was looking for Lucia in him from the point of view of warmth, sweetness and small and ill-concealed jealousy, while understanding the fact that even being with her I had the small impression of looking for a male counterpart.

I understand her fear that I will throw up our relationship for a cool, bono and intelligent guy and I recognize that I have disappointed her very much.

I went through a period of strong self-destruction in which I risked ruining what is most precious to us and guilt will grip me for a long time.

The analysis helped me a lot to understand how she felt and I will do everything to change course and include her in every sphere of my existence.
I love her and I try to change to show her that within two years I will marry her.

I don't know how much this will change the situation between the two of us, but I want nothing more than to share a life together.

After calling it I study a bit the typical questions of a computer-themed interview from the internet.
I know the topics, the functions to be performed and I already have three years of previous experience in the field; I feel terribly insecure because that Big4 is the dream of a lifetime.

The work is full remote; I don't have to see colleagues, feeling their stupid pressure.
I don't have to pretend to get along with them and, above all, I am no longer subject to certain emotional blackmail. I want to improve my future and achieve the great goal I have set myself for eight years now.

After the hundredth review I notice that it is past one. I have to wake up early but I'm too busy with the interview, Lucia and Riccardo equally. My brain travels at supersonic speed and something hard stands out in my pants.

I touch myself fervently while I imagine a wonderful threesome fuck where I am fucked by Mauro while io'm fucking Lucia.
I come after a few minutes as excited by the idea, aware of the fact that it will never come true, and I fall asleep stone.

It's seven in the morning and I'm still fucking uncovered; I shower at lightning speed, choose a light blue long-sleeved shirt and dark blue trousers.
I take the elevator, have a hearty breakfast on my nerves and walk to the place where I will support the coveted interview.

Fifteen minutes later I am in front of a building that looks like a disco for the style of the writings. It makes me smile a little, but I hold back the laughter and look for my reference hr asking a girl with wavy light brown curly hair, blue eyes and a soft and accommodating voice.

His features inspire me with confidence and he welcomes me with a smile telling me to be calm since I had the expression of a job interview.

He had spoken well of his selection, which took place a year earlier, and of the fact that within the company meritocracy and skills were cornerstones.
I instantly calm down and, soon after, I am called by HR.
I go up to the first floor, where it is explained to me that the interview will be in three phases: cognitive, front-end oriented and finally to the back-end to test in which area I go better.

All interviews are carried out in different offices and people who, in the end, get together to understand which team to join, provided that I pass the various tests.

I move to the building next door where the first interview begins.
I tell of the maintenance of my studies while I focused on obtaining a degree of 110 laude, of the work I had done as a back-end developer for three years and that I had left one step away from the indeterminate because I did not grow enough from the point of view of skills and it seems to me to have convinced the interlocutor.

Two hours later I have the second test, where unfortunately I am succubus of a series of gaffes because I had a blackout on how to create functions in Java and Python.
I blame myself while I was corrected by a young man slightly older than me, with blond hair and blue eyes, who laughed under his mustache without failing to point it out.

After the hour of testing I walked out the door crying.
Because of that atrocious experience I risked losing the only chance to emerge in the world of work.

If he hadn't been such an asshole I would have fucked him  and I swear I would have stuck my penis in his mouth just to silence him.

I remember there is the last test.
I'm very strong on the backend, as I've been chewing it for three years. I take the elevator to the third floor, noticing that it is deserted, if it were not for an office with blurred windows from which a yellow light comes.

I hear: -Go on!-
I look out the door and I don't believe my eyes, letting slip a sound:
-What are you doing here?-